Deteriorating

I was quite pleased with the work I'd accomplished so I decided to turn in early and start reading the journal. I started at the beginning, rereading the first entry I'd read in the basement.

In the year that followed the death of Mark Finch's mother, I noticed his mental state was steadily deteriorating. By the time it got to the summer of '67 it seemed like Mark could no longer distinguish between fantasy and reality. The earlier entries documenting his displeasure over his mother's killer getting off scott free gave way to strange and sometimes violent, profanity-riddled rants.